Mystic Surrender

And she let it fall, whatever

Was left of it, famished.

All those dreams, and reality

Far too incoherent for her, now

That she had, finally met him.

His dark soul stood illuminating her.

His words,as pure as darkness on a moonless night.

And when she looked upon his face

Fear struck on her shoulder to escape

But instead of walking away, she went to him.

His dark soul wrapped itself around her

And they danced, a dark dance of spirits, that both

Truly understood.The veils, lifted, as they chafed

And crushed the verdure beneath their feet.

The insolense of darkness, swirling around her

Like fumes from a deep abyss, that was,

His heart. So different, yet so close, they were

And in the final moments of their mystic alignment

He wrenched out his heart, and presented it to her.

She took his heart, a token of his dark love, placed it

Into her own body.She could feel the power

That it possesed, ever present eternal darkness

That proved to be more than she had ever known.

She embraced it, harnessed it.

She showed him her true intent.

She wanted it all. For it was, her darkest desire

She laid a kiss on his cold lips

To close the agreement their souls had made

And lest no one put it asunder, she chanted

And took his hand, gliding across the dark landscape.

He looked upon her with an evil smile,

Knowing full well, she was his forever, and more.

But her designs were far greater, to be denied.

She wanted his power, and to be by his side.

He realized that she was true with her feelings, and now

He knelt before her and confessed

That she was his true dark queen.

His true dark queen, his only salvation.

Never before had he felt, an emotion

So strong, that even he couldn't overpower.

Never before, had he felt so weak,

She smiled as she saw his smile fade away

She knew what destiny beheld,darkness

Was what filled her now. His heart ,

Had overpowered hers.With a myrth on her lips,

She turned to him and asked, for

His parting gift.With sadness eternal, he unsheathed

His black blade, and with unflinching arms,

Gave her , the present she craved for.

Sun was turning black, amidst the blood clouds

As she placed her final kiss upon his cold, dead lips

And then with a lament, deeply engraved upon

The black mystic heart, that now her body encompassed

Let the severed head of her beloved fall.

Their souls had finally met, and his, had finally departed.

Christmas

It's cold out there
But the window,
Is still open.
A chill, runs down my spine.
But there is no pane
To block the cold.

Winter winds, howl outside.
But the sonorous sounds
From the church,overshadow it.
I wonder, if voices
Even have shadows.

Sleep approaches,
Wonder if its hypothermia.
Can't afford to see a medic.
Hell, I cant even afford my meals
Or a candle to light at the church.

It's the day the christ was born.
Did he feel cold and hunger?
Maybe, maybe not. Who cares?
Five days from now,the new
Lunar cycle begins. Nothing new.

A girl watches me from
The nearby boxboard stacks.
An orphan, just like me.
She comes to my hovel.
Wonder whats in her hand?

Oh, a burnt cake, thrown away
She wants to share it with me.
I ponder what to look forward to
The celebrations of christmas,
Or the ice burying dead leaves beneath it.

Or at the trees, standing
Bare, shivering in cold,
Just like us. watching us
With unseen, unblinking eyes.
We snuggle closer and eat the cake.

Lord christ, a small piece of it,
I gift to you on YOUR merry christmas.
Not mine...

Brother

Tell me brother, did you cry
After you shot me down?
The pain I felt, did you feel it too?
Were any of those tears you shed
From the core of your heart
Where I dwell, once you said to me.

Tell me brother,did you love me still
When that dagger of yours, stabbed
My back and rended my heart, which
Was was yours as well. Did my blood
On your fingers elated you or did it
Make you lose blood too?

Tell me brother, will you cremate my carrion
Or will you let it rot in a back alley
Where only vermins dare to roam about?
Does it make you happy that now I am gone,
Or does it frighten you that I'll haunt you forever?

O tell me brother, for I would have died for you
As you would have for me(you told me so)
Should I still be around as your guardian angel
Or should I leave you be, as you would have me...

Blood Eyes

Open...

Darkness swirls and curls inside
These eyes of mine, Like the
Eye of a storm brewing to savor
With relish upon my dreams.
Irate waves form a whilrpool
Condensing and turning my eyes, red
To the very core, dry and rotten.

Open...

Seems to me the miles grow longer
The more I try to close the distance
Tired of hoping, tired of drowning
Tired of tracing, my steps backwards
I swoon, and I close my eyes and
Let myself, fall, endlessly untill I hit
The hollows where my eyes were once.

Open...

Walls closing in , I feel the lights
Fading away. Open my eyes
Nothing to see, or to know or to feel
Just the coldness of steel on the
Tip of my throat , slashing, tearing,
Ripping apart the life from me
And I shut my eyes to light...

Shut these eyes to light...

Shut these eyes...

Valentine

Lights darken across the room
And lay shadows upon the shruken rose
That lay folded, now unfolded
Across my lap, in the book I cherish the most.
Reminding me of all the promises,broken.
Incomplete, hurting visage, constant rememberance
Falling apart at a mere windfall, let alone the storms
To come. All the cards you sent, letters you wrote,
I burnt them yesterday, churned the ashes
With those from the uncountable cigarettes,
Both look alike, can't differentiate between them anymore.
I tried to look at the brighter side, towards
The spring-strewn gardens and the sunlit boulevards.
Blighted they became, and my eyes burned and
Made me look away. Tossed the book upon the shelf
To gather dust untill the next valentine.
Maybe, this love was not for me
Or maybe , it was not for you...

The Doors

Standing upon the gates of oblivion

And peering into the distant 'to be'.

The landscape around me changes.

Those primroses, I loved them best,

Now lay trampled, beneath unwanted

Footsteps, unwanted memories.

I try to shut these doors, stood ajar

Since eternity. Resilent hinges creak

Their anger, uaccepting the change.

None have passed, nor are they welcome.

For these doors hold nothing but pain

And remorse, unwanting,uncalling.

They promised me sanctuary, these doors.

To be the sentinel, was all to be wagered.

Unyielding, a mask of frown, and a tarnished halo.

But still, the landscape changed, my sanctuary

Has become my asylum now.Shut these doors

I must, for dark and unwelcoming, they are.

I peer into the distant 'to be', the visage dense

And foggy. I throw away the keys for the fog

Is welcoming, soothing, unlike these cold hard doors

Of my past. And with a promise of a new dawn

I step towards the light. Those doors, skulking,

Mocking, seething behind my back, now lay shut...

Untitled

Silvers of the moon,

Wax and wane, each time

A cloud approaches.

Like warrior of the old,

Brandishing its rays as spears

Of the ancient, soothing, penetrating,

Haunting, Confunded by the profounds.

Like hallucinations, false, but yet so true.

Like a siver sepulture. Chiseled,

By the god himself. And yet it contains,

What all sepultures are meant to.

Days grow weary of their monotony of

Constant upheaval and decline.

And yet I carry on, destined to end up,

In a sepulture, not so silver on the inside.

What I crave for, I know not,

Nor will I ever do, I believe, Yet

This yearning, this thirst, it's insane.

Thawings break, spring is in the air.

And yet it's so cold inside. What reasoning,

What logic in continuation, when I know

That a sepulture awaits me at the end.

Silvers of the moon, rain down

Upon me, like celestial tears, meant to

Soothe me, bringing sadness eternal, instead.

And the dawn brings with it, shearing rays of pain

And remorse. I wish for once, the monotony breaks.

I wish for once, the dawn doesn't crack open

With all its rudeness, and the tears keep falling

On my sepulture forever...

Hold me...

Its dark, out there,

To leave your side,is not

What I wanted,too scared

To lose someone, so precious.

But the darkness calls me,

Haunts me, as if it is one,

With my soul. Leave you, I must

For the fear of, losing you forever.



The daylight betrays me

It gives me hope, a new dawn,

A new life, pretentious, false.

To end like this, I never wanted.

Just to let you know, If there is

An emotion called love, it was there

For you. You just had to open the chest,

And the treasure would have been yours.



I thought there was, a place for me,

That was, for my grave to be built, now I know.

Its getting colder, my numbing veins

Cough up the last of blood, that there was

In me. I can see the stagnation of red

Surrounding me, I ponder, shrouded in

Myself, Now you need not buy me a funeral shroud.

A dying wish, if you can, fulfill it for my time is near.



Hold me, for it is getting colder.

Hold me, for the times I have lost myself.

Hold me, for I cannot see you anymore

Hold me, for my breathe is about to leave...

Meaningless...

In the hollow of
My palm, I hold it.
Dying, still trying to
Bring out the best in it
But in the end, just dying
As it should, and will.

All my thoughts, all my visions
Rendered dark, disgraced,
Deified and denied,
ButStill I hold it, in the hollow
Of my palm, My last hope.
Should I still hope Lord?

All those moments,
Those embraces, of loved ones
Lost, in the sands of time,
The quickest quicksand, of all.
And I pick up the rock, and smash it.
The hope, the palm, the fingers.

Life, love, happiness,
spiritualism,humanity,
Insanity...All pointless.

All...meaningless